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[Broken bicycles. Old busted chains. Rusted handle bars. Out in the rain. Somebody must. Have an orphanage for. These things that nobody. Wants any more. September's reminding July. It's time to be saying ... good-bye.]
#s13e06 meat madness#guy fieri#guyfieri#diners drive-ins and dives#old busted chains#rusted handle bars#broken bicycles#reminding july#rain#somebody#orphanage#things#september#time
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Ok I definitely got in financial trouble again ahaha omfg
It’s not even THAT bad, it’s just that I took part in a street event/fair and I sold well but got paid mostly in cash instead of digital and I pay my bills through digital to avoid a long ass walk through the neighborhood to face an also long queue (not in the shade) of old people who don’t pay via apps
That’s a first for me since I started selling at this street event a few months ago
I also need to send part of this money to one of my aunts and it’s GOTTA BE DIGITAL because she moved to another country overseas oops ��
#'Lary can't you just deposit the cash in your account?' NO BECAUSE THE WALK FOR THAT IS 4X LONGER#I miss having a functional ride-able bicycle#Mine and my brother's are so broken we've been trying to take them apart to make one out of two and it's not working well#We need to buy parts#Yikes
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Main Street Wheelie - cg photography
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very much team 'give will byers a love interest who isn't heterosexual and is 100% homosexual and 100% committed to will byers' get in loser we're getting jackets
#will byers#stranger things#deserves soooooooooooo much better#christ on a broken bicycle#i got you homie
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#a broken/ decalibrated (?) weight scale almost gave me an ed(???)#I weighted myself back in December in one of those old scales where you have to move the thing on top until you reach your weight#and i think it wasn't accurate because i just weighed myself in a digital scale and apparently i lost 3 kilograms???? in 3#in 3-4 weeks?? like hell no#i did a whole week of indoor bicycle tho and i stoped eating so much but still#3 kilos in 3-4 weeks is a lot#i think#anyways now i am ok i mean I'm not overweight anymore#but i still think i have really fat legs :/#that's a thing i have to work on
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need to break the cycle
double time, double time
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Bought this bike for 30 dollars, rode it for 2.5 years. How did it even function? Magic.
#bicycle#bicycle horror#bad engineering#i tried#everything was broken#at least it was well lubricated
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Well, TIL there are speed bumps on certain park roads now.
That's another chinesium rigid fork bent - at least this time, it was only bent so much. I removed the fender and biked all the way home.
Still kinda sucks, more repairs to do.
#bicycle#crashing#crashing bicycles#I hit the bike path like a battering ram#On a silver-black broken ebike#And I never see the sudden curve 'til it's way too late#mine
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why won't this depression nest of a room go away i'm about to go insane. i like clutter and i've always been messy but i clean up and sweep and swab and dust and vacuum. but my room these past few weeks has just! been! too! much!
#i was supposed to be getting better#my mood lifted 2 weeks ago!! after 2 months of wanting to drown myself!#2 months of not being able to do anything except feed myself if i was lucky#why can't my self cooperate w my other self why do i feel like a bicycle with a broken chain!!
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also i would like to mention I drew a reverse death today and sometimes i hate the cards
#like yeah. YEAH im resisting this change#this upheaval of my entire life. 90% of my income is gone by the 4th GONE with no replacement and literally NO help#i went through so. much. fucking. shit. and i get it#I DO#i got the break i wanted. i got two years. like i asked. but i lived those two years in the absolute most stress ive ever been in#I GOT A GREY HAIR#AT 20#and i am. i truly am thankful. that for those 2 years i did get somewhat of a rest. of a break. but#but really? REALLY. all at once?#im allowing myself to be upset by this. and i need. i need an out! i need a way. i need mark rutte to choke on a bicycle#for 8 years. EIGHT FUCKING YEARS I've been RUNNING AND FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE. FOR SOMEWHAT OF A LIFE#and its not acts of god. its not fate. its the system. the so terribly broken system that forces people like me into surviving instead of#living. im not the only one. im not the only child this happened to and that absolutely BREAKS ME. IT SHOULD'VE ENDED WITH ME#others shouldnt have to go through this ITS SO UNFUCKINGFAIR TO HAVE TO GO THROUGH THID#I SHOULDVE BEEN THE ONLY ONE OR THE LAST AND THE FACT#the fact im not. the fact somewhere in this goddamn 'first world country' someone is going through the EXACT same thing i went through#it haunts me. it so terribly haunts me.#im writing a letter as well. it wont change anything but at least ill have written it and maybe just. just maybe it can spark the slightest#hint. a sliver. a drop. a teeny tiny bit of change.#god im so. angry. really really angry
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"i was hoping i wouldn't have to resort to this."
A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.
pairing: min yoongi x reader
plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.
warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, yoongi unintentionally scares people
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note: go on tell me d-day!yoongi isn't tatsu I DARE YOU 😤 btw u don't need to watch the way of the househusband before reading this, but i swear u won't regret it if u do lol it's so funny (and it gives great visuals for this fic!). anyways, enjoy!! i'd love to hear ur thoughts so drop by my askbox and let's chat :)
Water drips down his neck as he washes his face. Droplets fall down his tattooed back, tracing the meticulous lines and bold colors that contrast his pale skin.
After rinsing and drying off, he dons on his outfit for the day – a fitted, white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off the intricate tattoos on both his arms and some black sweatpants – and puts on his signature apron – a beige, cotton apron with a drawing of his brown poodle on the front. Said poodle is staring at him from the bathroom door as he takes one last look at the mirror.
An old, bumpy scar runs down his right eye.
"Perfect," he says to himself before heading to the kitchen with his dog following right behind.
Min Yoongi never used to wake up this early. But these days, he wakes up bright and early at six o'clock because he has an important assignment.
"What do you think, Holly? Too big?"
The poodle barks in response, and taking its opinion into consideration, Yoongi adjusts his gimbap slices accordingly, making them a tad bit smaller and just the perfect size for your lunchbox.
"Shit!"
The door to your shared bedroom opens and you run out, already dressed in your corporate attire. You run to the kitchen where your husband is and get a huge glass of water.
"I'm late!" you screech, all while gulping down the whole glass.
"But you still have a few hours," he points out in confusion.
"I forgot I have an early meeting!" you explain in a hurry, putting on your heels before giving your husband a big smooch on the lips and blowing Holly a kiss. "Sorry, Yoonie! I'll see you later!"
And you're out the door.
Yoongi blinks for a few moments before shaking his head. He's chuckling in amusement at your mishap, but if any outsider hears his laughter, it just sounds a bit manic.
"Well, looks like it's just you and me, Holly."
Holly barks.
"Huh? What was that?"
Holly barks.
Yoongi stares at the poodle, then at your Hello Kitty lunchbox he meticulously prepared, then back at the poodle.
"She forgot her lunchbox?"
Holly barks.
"Fuck."
Yoongi snaps into action, securing the lunchbox and putting it inside a Hello Kitty cloth bag before running out the door with his cute apron still on. He mounts his bicycle and speeds towards your office – which, if he was driving a car, would have broken numerous traffic regulations but luckily he isn't a stranger to breaking a law or two.
He's almost to your office. He's halfway there.
But unfortunately, there's a bit of a situation.
"What's your occupation, sir?"
The two police officers stare at him hesitantly after flagging him down for pedalling too fast with his bicycle. They're debating on giving him a ticket but then Yoongi answers.
"Househusband."
They stare at him.
"What?"
Yoongi sighs. At this rate, he won't be able to catch you before you clock in.
"Wait a second," one of the officers says, eyeing the tattoos peeking out from Yoongi's shirt and the big scar on his eye. "Are you..."
They stare at the name on the ticket. Min Yoongi.
"...Agust D?"
No way, the other officer thinks. There's a rumor about an infamous gangster called Agust D who used to slaughter his enemies with his own two hands. This guy can't be him. Right? Right?!
They hold a breath when Yoongi reaches into his pocket.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this," he murmurs.
"Wait, sir. There's no need for violence—"
"Here," Yoongi shuts them up by thrusting one of his most precious possessions.
A gift card for discounts at the local grocery store.
The police officers stare at the gift card, bewildered.
"As much as it pains me to let go of this," Yoongi continues, "take it. Now, I have to go."
And he pedals away, leaving behind one gift card and two very confused cops.
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#bts x reader#bts fic#min yoongi x reader#suga x reader#bts suga x reader#yoongi x reader#agust d x reader#bts imagines#min yoongi fic#min yoongi imagines#bts suga fic#yoongi fic#suga fic#bts suga imagines#yoongi imagines#suga imagines#agust d fic#agust d imagines#min yoongi x you#yoongi x you#bts suga x you#suga x you#agust d x you#cat.writes
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Yandere DILF! Reaction to You Having a Boyfriend
Warnings: Yandere Behaviour, Obsessive Behaviour, Possessive Behaviour, Age Gap, Suggestive Themes, Stalking, Monitoring, Implied Yandere MILF, Implicit Threats, Implied Blackmail, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.
♡ There is no measure of fury capable of being held or produced by Hell and Earth that can rival that which fires through Dominic’s veins.
♡ At first, he didn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe it. That his (Y/N) would sever his heart from his chest and run it into the ground.
♡ He thinks – knows – that you’re being held against your will. That’s the only reasonable explanation for this…lapse in judgement, as he sees it.
♡ However, when he watches you from his window leaping into your male friend’s arms, being swung in a display of greatest enthusiasm, Dominic knows he’s being delusional. A rare instance of self-awareness.
♡ Initially, he considers this a curse; the fact that your heart lay in the hands of another. But, the longer he stewed over this development, considered any and every point that would grant him vantage, he began to see it as liberation. A cover beneath which he could operate until he struck from the bushes, his viperous intent strengthening.
♡ He is still amidst the throws of fury, but his wrath is not directed towards you. Rather, that juvenile sack of meat and electricity you donated your time to.
♡ Dominic knows that your ‘boyfriend’ will never love you like he does; that you won’t understand how boys are interested in one thing only. Dominic should know; he’d been a young man once. His psychology was his greatest burden and insight.
♡ He starts taking note of your new, adjusted schedule; the days you reserve for your dates – a long-dead excursion in Dominic’s eyes, not having felt any excitement on a ‘date’ aside from his chance encounters with you.
♡ He follows you, sees which restaurants, cinemas, arcades, shopping centres you enter. And, when the moment is right, when he sees the two of you at the pinnacle of happiness, he acts.
♡ In whatever way he can, he breaks up your dates, saying how it’s “Crazy that you’re here, (Y/N) – what a coincidence,”
♡ When you introduce him to your boyfriend, he flashes a smile only he can see is disingenuous. Grabbing your boyfriend’s hand and shaking it with enough force to give the impression that your boyfriend is weak – boneless – compared to Dominic, the former of the two taken off-balance.
♡ “Better watch your step there, Kid,” he says. There’s grit in the road of his voice, but you’re piloting an aircraft. Your boyfriend is on a bicycle.
♡ “You’re no use to (Y/N) broken,” he jokes. Something flashes behind his eyes. “Or dead.”
♡ He insists that he drop the two of you home. He knows neither of you drove here.
♡ You can’t say no to your favourite neighbour, who lets you sit in the front seat while he makes your tag-along sit in the back like an animal. An outcast.
♡ Anything to make him look weak. Undesirable. The runt of the proverbial litter.
♡ Dominic drops you home. Tells you he’ll be back soon. And, without asking for directions, begins his embarkation to your boyfriend’s home.
♡ Neither say a word to each other. Seemingly aware of their position in each other’s world.
♡ Pulling up outside your third wheel’s house, Dominic leaves him with only a parting phrase.
♡ “Imagine what else I know about you. What little secrets you’ve been keeping.” He serves a frozen stare in the rearview mirror. “If you leave (Y/N) alone, you’ll never have to find out.”
♡ You never saw your boyfriend again after that. Never heard a peep from him over text, never received a call, never even saw him walk down the street.
♡ Of course, you were confused. But more so, you felt uprooted. Forcibly extracted from the life of someone you cared deeply about. Someone who, evidently, didn’t care as much about you.
♡ Eventually, after monitoring you for those first three weeks, those three, long weeks where every inch was laden with shattered glass and stretched on into infinity, Dominic came to you.
♡ Offered you comfort.
♡ He only wished he could have come sooner, but he knew you’d just react with anger. An emotion he couldn’t risk you feeling towards him, even for a second.
♡ And, just as he’d rehearsed a million times, just as he’d lay in bed, sat in his office losing himself to the phantom of your fleeting warmth he’d patchworked together into a blanket from your previous encounters, he came to your door. Knocked. Entered your home. Opened his arms to you.
♡ And the collective euphoria from his every vivid daydream couldn’t compare to the electric joy which made his heart stop. Resuscitated him.
♡ Your head was to his chest before he could encase you in his embrace. He lay his arms upon you, the snake to your Eve, and held you.
♡ “It’s okay, Darling,” he said, his voice low, as if his wife could hear from across the street. Or from the camera she’d implanted into that new vase she’d bought you last week.
♡ You twitched in his arms with every sob. Dominic could feel your tears soaking through his shirt. His now-favourite shirt. One which he’d never wash again.
♡ In his languid daydreams, he’d imagined you thanking him thoroughly for his kindness, his empathy, professing how you’d been so blind to his love before submitting to him entirely.
♡ But, for now, this victory was enough. To have you as close as you’d ever been, your body curled into his chest as he ran a hand through your hair, your warmth leaking into him.
♡ His warmth that he wanted to see leaking out of you.
♡ His lips to your hair, he resisted the tempestuous temptation to take you now. At your most vulnerable, most suggestible. Your most submissive.
♡ To show you that he can please you in ways no mere boy can.
♡ Instead, he took to trying not to inhale your scent, replace one vice with another, to not replenish his memory of you anew.
♡ “I’m here. I’m here.”
♡ His voice is soft, feather-light. It belies all he has done to get to where he is now.
♡ And all he will do to get to where he needs to be.
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Downtown wheelie - cg photography
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really, rafe hadn’t even realized he’d done anything special.
he was used to having sarah’s litter of friends over at tannyhill, as annoying as it was. after one of them had needed an ambulance and a stomach pumping after too many shots snuck in upstairs in his sister’s room, he was trying to keep a handle on things, keep an eye on the situation. be proactive, be the man of the house, which he was when ward wasn’t there.
he thought he’d heard a bunch of girls scurry out in the morning, but he must have been wrong, because when he’s walking to his truck, he finds you, sitting on the ground next to your bike, blocking his exit.
you look angry, mumbling curses under your breath while you fiddle with something he can’t see—though your bike is tipped over and the wheel looks slightly deflated.
the first thought in his head is to tell you to move with your bike or he’ll run you both over. but that’s not what the man of the house would say, so instead he gets closer, crouching next to you.
“what’s goin’ on?”
you look up, startled. you were so focused on your broken bike that you hadn’t heard the footsteps of sarah’s older brother, the one she always complains about.
“everyone left for the beach already, i was gonna bike there. i got on and the wheel just gave out and i fell off. i don’t know what’s wrong with the stupid thing.” you’re facing your bike now, looking at the various gears and chains trying to make sense of it. you don’t look back at him but he’s still staring.
rafe doesn’t think he’s met you before, thinks he would have remembered—you were too pretty for him to forget.
he hoists the bike upright, spinning the tire until a gleam of silver comes around.
“nail in the driveway. your, uh, little bike didn’t have a chance.”
“crap. i don’t have the thing with me.”
“the thing?”
“the air pumpy thing. you know, the thing?” you look up at rafe to see his furrowed eyebrows.
“yeah, kid. sure.” he takes a step back, leaning the bike against his truck. “lemme go see what i can find.” you’re still perched on the ground, but pressing your palms flat on the pavement to get yourself up. “here-” he offers you his hand, helping you up.
even standing, you still have to look up at rafe to see his face.
“you don’t have to do that. i’m sure you’re busy. i can always walk-”
“nah, it’s fine. you saved my tire from getting that nail. stay here, i’ll be back.”
and you listen, twiddling your thumbs waiting for rafe. he comes back with a tire pump and other things that you don’t recognize, but you watch intently. when he pulls out the nail, he offers it to you, and you offer him your cupped palms to drop it into.
finally, rafe stands and moves the bike slowly, testing it out.
“here, kid. good as new.”
“wow. thanks rafe!” you beam, smiling brightly. “that was so nice of you. you’re so nice.” you think you sound a little dazed—but you are. rafe is so nice to you, nothing like what sarah had told you about him.
at first rafe can’t tell if you’re just joking or not, but he decides not when you don’t immediately get on your bike and ride to where your friends are.
“uh, thanks. it’s nothin’. m’not just gonna leave you here like your shitty friends did.” you laugh, still smiling at him. “well, uh, i’ll see you around, kid.” for once, he actually hopes he does.
after the beach that day, you swing back home, making sure to ask sarah what her brother’s favorite dessert is. you pack a big batch of oatmeal raisin cookies in a pretty pink tin and put them in the wicker basket attached to your bicycle, riding over to sarah’s place.
instead of going upstairs like you normally do, you wander into the kitchen, where rafe is standing, looking at some papers spread out on the island.
“hi, rafe,” you say, and when he turns to look at you, you smile big.
“hey, kid. uh, i don’t think sarah’s home yet-”
“oh, i didn’t come for her.” you open the tin, placing it on the counter infront of him. “i just wanted to say thanks for this morning. sarah said you like oatmeal raisin.”
he looks up down at the cookies, then at you.
“thanks. y’know, you didn’t have to do that.”
“maybe. you were just so nice this morning, i felt like i should do something.” you’re looking up at him with big, fluttery eyes and a thudding heart. “is there anything else i can do? that you want? to say thank you?”
he cocks an eyebrow, tilting his head, hoping he’s understanding you correctly while knowing that he is.
“yeah-yeah? anything else?”
“i just want to thank you properly,” you sigh, getting closer. being bold’s not new to you, but this is only the second time you’re talking to him. you’re sure he understands, with the tiny dress you wore here, the one with the low neck and thin straps.
“yeah. alright, kid. c’mon, upstairs.” you beam, darting up the stairs and giving him a show in the process. he stares from the foot of the stairs for a second before joining you.
you’re so glad you stuck that nail in your tire.
#this one is like.. becoming obsessed with rafe because hes nice to you once#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#hope everyone likes
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Dark! Human Apps (Duolingo, Tumblr, and Wattpad) x Reader
Duolingo:
You thought that the app was joking when it sent you a notification about the fact that you are going to miss your 100 day streak.
"Listen here, if you miss your (language) lesson tonight, my heart won't be the only thing that's gonna get broken..."
It wasn't a joke.
And later that night while laying in your bed asleep, you get attacked by a handsome man with green hair and brown eyes dressed in a familiar green owl half face mask.
"Who are you?" you inquire fearfully.
The intruder only smiles down on you with a lovesick smile on his face.
"Didn't I tell you that my heart won't be the only thing that is gonna get broken"
Tumblr:
Ever since you first joined Tumblr, your posts always got blasted with likes, comments, and reposts.
However, strangely enough, Tumblr would delete the hateful and sexual private messages you get along with that person's account.
Things were going well, that was until you posted a picture with your boyfriend while riding behind him on a bicycle.
The hate comments and threats against your boyfriend is unreasonable.
Most comments claimed that you are more beautiful than him and he doesn't deserve you because he is poor.
You deleted your account and uninstalled the app to protect your boyfriend's feelings.
However, the next day of uninstalling the app you get kidnapped.
When you woke up, you found yourself in a luxurious room with a man laying beside you on the bed.
"I'm the one who deserves you"
Wattpad:
You post random possessive romance stories between a captive and a kidnapper.
And your stories blow up.
But strangely enough, your comments were a bit overboard to the point you don't know if your readers are joking or not.
Your readers wished the same to happen to them.
Also, your conversation board gets over a thousand comments, praising you.
However, you discovered the reason for all of that love.
Because the human version of Wattpad kidnapped you.
Not only that but he used your stories against you.
"I'm only trying to make your fantasy come true, my dear"
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